Untitled Song

good intentions always seem to pass my mind

thought about forgiveness but I guess well just see with time

as its going by every second that I breath taking chugs of Hennessey

hitting lines and smoking weed

get the best of me as am looking at the sky praying to god

whats the point light another joint thinking about the struggle

rappnig about my feelings as my emotions crummble into peaces

it leaves me speechless so I just go about my day with my shades

so they don't look into my eyes its not that ama cry its just I see evil in my eyes

for I see my fathers eyes and my fathers face they tell me ama apple

of the tree like if am supposed to take his place am just like am doing me

seeing these rappers up on the screen wishing that could be me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

letting go of the past is hard to do

it sucks cause I wasn't really smart in school

id find peace and making people laugh

or taking peoples cash

when they wasn't lookin

id get home late momma wasn't cooking

she was gone

out hustling making money

for the roof over are heads

just our lonely tears would be there to tuck us into bed

I told myself one day id forgive her

even thoe she was always calling the cops saying

that I hit while she was drunk off the liquor

what a sinner expecting little angels of me my brother and my sisters

so I flew faraway to the bay were my tias and my grandma stay

those were some good ass days even thoe we didn't have a lot of money

or food up in the fridge I didn't give a fuck just happy that I live

to see another day had some homies they was chill but not around to kick it

today

 

 

ill forgive her

pouring liquor

for the homies that not here today